Smack my lips of pearl pink gloss, pucker up, kiss my tears away, slip the tongue, moist and soft. Stirred, by the words, whispered in bitter sweet sound. Time bows to no one, but in this breathe, time stands still. In her baby blue eyes, the sky storms, clouded in sorrow, of our kiss goodbye.
Oh bittersweet the last kiss before parting.
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Thanks Chris, bittersweet indeed!
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